Not One, But Two!

Chapter 232

Craig approached Charlotte shirtless, and his toned, defined muscles and tanned, glistening skin shocked Charlotte into a blush.

Immediately, she lowered her head. "I've put your shirt in the living room."

Craig had taken her to see her parents. She cried so hard that her legs gave away when she returned, and she accidentally kicked the sprinkler, which happened to be pointed toward Craig. It busted, and water instantly gushed, drenching him.

Feeling horrible, Charlotte followed Craig home.

Craig went straight in for a shower and also asked her to pull a shirt out from his wardrobe, to which she obliged. But who'd have thought Abigail would learn of this accident.

She didn't know if that woman would let her imagination run wild, but she did know that she couldn't take any more of the beefy body before her eyes.

"I'm gonna step outside for a while." With that, she dashed out.

"Let's have lunch together later. I have something to tell you."

Craig didn't think anything was wrong at all, for he grew up with a bunch of boys, and he even trained shirtless in the base at that. So to him, it was totally normal for a guy to be shirtless.

Besides, he didn't see Charlotte as a woman.

She was the drill instructor's daughter and twenty-three this year while he was already thirty-four. If anything, he only saw her as a girl. So his mind didn't wander to that area when she headed out in

embarrassment.

Charlotte, on the other hand, reeled upon hearing his words and nearly tripped.

He even wants to have lunch with me?!

She wanted nothing more than to hide in her home at this time when he had witnessed her most embarrassing moment. However, she also knew she should thank him on account of him taking her to her parents' grave alone.

Yeah, I should treat him to a meal.

With that in mind, she waited in the living room instead of leaving the Pratt Residence.

While waiting, she pulled her phone out, only to discover Abigail's gossip mode was on, and she couldn't help feeling frustrated. She had a feeling she was only digging a hole for herself if she tried to explain things, so she just played dumb and switched her phone off.

Abigail, on the other hand, was even more curious now when she never got a reply from Charlotte.

Meanwhile, Greg was done cooking and happened to be bringing a plate of pasta over.

"What are you looking at? What's so funny?" He stretched his neck, but Abigail immediately turned her phone over, preventing him from sneaking a peek. "Please respect my privacy."

Greg turned glum in an instant.

Privacy? C'mon, you're already beginning to hide things from me. Wait, she's not really thinking of 'branching out', is she? As the thought crossed his mind, he pursed his lips into a moue. "Sure, respect your privacy. Eat up."

While speaking, he pushed the bowl of pasta to her.

With that, she took a picture before finally digging in.

Greg suddenly calmed and even felt serene when he saw how satisfied she was with the food.

"What do you think?"

"Mm, good."

Abigail blew on the pasta before taking each bite, and very quickly, she remembered that Greg hadn't eaten either. So she twirled a forkful of it and sent it to his mouth. "Have some too."

After a split-second stump, he opened his mouth wide and took the whole forkful into his mouth.

The fork was stained with Abigail's saliva, and it even had her scent, and for the first time in his life, he thought pasta was luscious.

"I want more."

"Didn't you make it for me? I'm already being generous by offering you one bite, and you're asking for more?"

Abigail hurriedly brought the plate closer to her and looked warily at Greg.

I was only being polite, but who'd have thought you devoured nearly half of it in one go, and now you still want more?! Don't even think about it!

Greg suddenly had the urge to tease her when he saw how protective she was of her food. "Just one bite."

"Don't even think about it. You call that one bite?! I swear you're a dog. You swallowed nearly half of the pasta with one bite!" Abigail said frankly.

This guy was shameless anyway, and he might not get it if someone spoke evasively. So why not just speak bluntly?

Greg quirked his lips in response. "If I'm a dog, what does that make you? A b*tch?"

The next second, Abigail booted Greg's leg with her good leg. "Come again?"

Not only wasn't Greg bothered by the kick, but he even grinned and joked, "Alright, alright, I'm a dog, I'm a dog, happy? A stud dog and a brooding b*tch, perfect match!"

Oh, how Abigail wanted to roll her eyes at him. "Do you have to make blue jokes?"

"I'm not! What exactly are you keeping in that little brain of yours, Abigail Kain?" He poked her head as he grinned from ear to ear. "You perverted girl."

Abigail instantly knew he was blame-shifting when he saw his risqué look.

"I'm a pervert?! Who's the one who made the blue joke?! I swear you can't go three sentences without making a blue joke. I'm warning you here. I'm a patient, and so are you. Don't even think about doing it before both of us have completely healed."

Greg instantly frowned upon the strict order.

"Oh, c'mon, you can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am."

With that, she hurriedly took a forkful of pasta and even stared warily at Greg for fear that he would suddenly steal her food.

Greg, on the other hand, thought she looked super adorable with her food aggression, and he instantly pretended to reach for her bowl, causing her to freak out and hurriedly shift aside with the entire plate.

Just as she continued to latch her gaze on him, she heard a snap. Greg already had his phone camera at the ready in his other hand during who-knew-just-when so that he could snap this very moment.

"My, this is a good one." He beamed.

Abigail instantly came to herself. "Give me your phone."

"No!"

"Give me!"

Abigail hurriedly put the plate down and reached for it, but Greg used the chance to move toward her, kissing Abigail on the cheek with a smack.

It was practically a peck, for he moved away as soon as his lips touched her cheek. However, Abigail froze as though a jolt of current had coursed through her body.

Seeing that she didn't react much, Greg moved to her side and squatted down, taking a couple more pictures of them.

"Can you be any more childish?" Abigail nudged his chest with her elbow.

"Ow, I've been hit!" Greg held his chest and fell backward dramatically.

However, Abigail only shot a glare at him and went back to the pasta. Then again, her lips were curved into a smile, and she was trying so hard to hold back her smile that she buried her face in the plate.

"Eat slowly. You make it look like I've been starving you."

Greg yanked on Abigail's collar, wanting to pull her a little further away from the plate, but because he wasn't careful with his strength, and Abigail didn't react in time, the entire plate tipped and fell on her pants.

"Ah!"

Because the sauce was still rather warm, and she was also wearing unlined pants, Abigail yelped in anger and yanked Greg's hair in return.

"For heaven's sake, can't you just let me eat in peace?!"

Greg knew he had screwed up big time, so he hurriedly grabbed some napkins to clean her pants, ignoring the fact that Abigail was pulling his hair. "You can yank on my hair later. Let me carry you back to your room and get changed. Who knows if you got a burn." Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"If I get a burn, I'm going to yank your hair out strand by strand," Abigail snapped.

It had been forever since she had been this unreasonable.

"Sure, sure, whatever floats your boat. You can yank the hair on my legs even."

Greg hurriedly picked her up and jogged back into her ward. But just when he was about to get a doctor, Abigail stopped him.

"What are you doing? Let go of me. I'm going to get a doctor. What if you really have a burn?"

Abigail got frustrated at that. "Are you for real? The pasta landed on my thigh. Which doctor are you planning to get? I've checked; the doctors on-call are all guys."

Though doctors generally saw all human beings as the same, she was rather embarrassed at this moment.

After a split-second stump, Greg turned grim the next second as if something had hit him. "Guys? Forget it, then."

With that, he turned around and pulled her pants down in one swift move.

The cool air on her legs instantly made her realize what was happening. "What are you doing?!"

Aggrieved that his beloved gave him a slap again, he answered, "Checking your injury."

After taking a deep breath, Abigail pulled the blanket over and covered her legs.

"Get out. I'll do it myself!" A tinge of redness flashed across her face.

However, Greg insisted, "No, it's my fault. I'll dress it."

With that, he lifted up the blanket and mumbled, "Which part of your body have I not seen? What are you so shy about? We're practically an old married couple."

"Yeah, right. I'm an eligible bachelorette," Abigail retorted.

Greg froze for a split second and mused, "Well, it's high time we get registered." He lowered his gaze and examined her thigh as soon as he finished making the comment.

The burn wasn't serious; Abigail's skin was just slightly reddened. However, Greg was still uneasy, so Abigail told him what to do and which ointment to apply.

Finally, after the episode was over, the couple's stomach growled again.

"Do you want me to make you another plate of pasta?" Greg asked tentatively.

"Let's just get food delivery," said Abigail while waving her hand in disagreement when she noticed the red on Greg's dressing.

"Food delivery's not healthy. I should just make it."

"What part of 'food delivery' do you not understand, Greg Buckley? Sit down," Abigail ordered. Alas, Greg could only give up the idea. "What would you like to eat?"

"You call the shots."

Abigail leaned against the headboard and watched Greg order food delivery on his phone. For a moment, she felt touched.

"I'll be discharged tomorrow."

"Perfect." Greg beamed, "I can take care of you at home."

Suddenly, Abigail didn't know how to put it to him anymore.

She couldn't delay Teal's treatment anymore, and she had also promised Teal that she'd go to the Reeve Residence the day after tomorrow. But seeing how excited Greg looked at this moment, she suddenly had trouble speaking.

"Alright, the food will arrive in a bit. Why don't you take a nap first?"

It wasn't until Greg put his phone down that he realized Abigail was looking hesitantly at him, and at that, his heart skipped a beat.

No… She's not still mad at me, is she? But then why would she look at me like that if she isn't? Because she doesn't want to go back to Allie's Garden? With these thoughts in mind, he asked with a smile, "Where are you planning to stay after leaving the hospital?"